Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 447

I was taken aback, wondering why I hadn't noticed anything solid when I first looked inside it.

Squeezing the fabric again, I reopened the wallet to double-check, but this time, nothing was there.

Hannah glanced at me, "What are you looking for?"

"It feels like there's something else in here!" I said, continuing to probe. Whatever it was, it was

definitely real.

I picked up the wallet, carefully inspecting the edges, and found a spot with stitches that seemed out of

place.

This piqued my curiosity even further. A Louis Vuitton with DIY stitching? Definitely fishy.

I quickly examined the wallet more closely, catching a loose thread with my fingernail and pulling it out.

A small opening appeared.

Excited, I slipped my fingers inside and felt around, touching what seemed to be a key.

"What's that?" Hannah asked, intrigued.

"It's a key!" I said confidently.

I turned the wallet upside down and shook the contents from the small opening.

Sure enough, a key fell out! I picked it up hurriedly. It wasn't large, a cruciform key with intricate

craftsmanship, which I turned over in my hands, admiring.

The key was engraved with a pattern on one side, and on the other, there were several numbers.

Baffled, I showed it to Hannah, "What do you think this key is for?"

Hannah glanced at it briefly and shrugged, "Hard to say, but it looks rather fancy! Where'd you find it?"

"It was hidden in the wallet!" I explained, placing the key on my lap and looking back at the hidden slit.

It was too small to see inside clearly, but I could feel there was more.

Muttering to myself, I said, "What's the old lady up to, hiding things in her wallet?"

Seeing me still searching, Hannah teased with a laugh, "Could be Hazel's secret saving, huh?"

I snorted with laughter at her guess, "Her secret saving? Why would she leave that to me?"

"Exactly!" Hannah nodded, half-seriously, "If it was her own saving, she wouldn't hand it over. Hazel is

quite the penny pincher! Clinging to every penny she can, she would never willingly give anyone her

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"Tell me about it! Hazel's life could be split into two contrasting halves: one spent frugally, the other in

luxury. She's always had a thing for hoarding cash, especially mine."

Hannah snickered, "They treat you like a bank!"

"Exactly," I agreed, chuckling, "She hits up Jaylan for money with no shame, won’t even speak unless

it’s six figures. Even Marissa gets sick of it, they had a fight over it once."

Hannah looked at me incredulously, "And you're the legitimate one not bothered, while the mistress is

throwing a fit?"

"It seems like today's mistresses all graduated from the same academy, even their syllabus seems the

same!" I joked.

Hannah asked, puzzled, "How so?"

"They all believe that men's money ought to be theirs! No one else should have a claim on it. How to

milk a man's bank account is their core curriculum!

So, they guard the man's money fiercely! Think about it, would they cozy up to him if he wasn't loaded?

It's his spending power they're after!"

"But Jaylan's broke, and what he does is also shady." Hannah said, her indignation palpable.

While chatting with Hannah, I pulled out a tiny Ziplock bag from the wallet, containing a small piece of

paper.

I furrowed my brows, skeptical, and showed it to Hannah, "What's Hazel playing at?" Content belongs

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She handed it back to me, puzzled, "This looks like a password or something!"

Her words struck a chord with me. I read the numbers aloud, thinking they indeed resembled a

password.

My mind racing, I murmured, "Could it really be a password? But what could it unlock?"